There was an earlier post along these lines from Lodestone of Wrongness about an album always loved. There is also Christgau’s book title Is it Still Good to Ya which neatly connects to my theme.
About twenty years ago my one remaining childhood friend began a process of identity woodshedding – removing that which was of no use. He stopped being deliberate about listening to music. He began by selling his substantial collection of vinyl to another collector without much care for its worth. Then he dispensed with his CDs. He would still speak occasionally about music and so I became curious about what it was he was doing. He explained that he had a kind of self-loathing for the person he was who thought that there was any real meaning in the activity of listening to music as an art form. He wasn’t really denying the art form – it was simply associated now with a previous version of himself that he no longer connected with and possibly wished to leave behind.
Like most of you here, when I was at school each time I had ten dollars I would carefully consider which album to buy next. » Continue Reading.